For those tailing me, you certainly must have noticed the nasty waves when we crossed the Chesapeake Bay this morning. Worse yet, with the low clouds moving rapidly offshore, I could hardly see the outline of the abandoned lighthouse on the barrier island to the east. Made for a breezy ride, to be sure.
Naturally, being a writer, I decided to try my hand at a self-imposed, 100 word challenge to immortalize the morning commute. (If my boss is reading, I did this at lunch, while drinking coffee, so not to worry!) This isn’t my usual style of writing, but ’twas a fun endeavor, all the same. Enjoy, or not. I’d be interested in your thoughts.
By D.J. Lutz © December 2011
The old wooden dinghy nudged against the lighthouse dock, no line in place to secure it, held fast by repetitive waves. The current had run its circuitous path, entering from the mouth of the bay, past the lighthouse and into the rocky shallows. A jetty steered the water back towards the mariner’s watchtower, out again to the angry sea. The dock, the only dock, was a last hope for mariners, a place of safety to reach or, if missed, the last vision of humanity. Oh, if only the submerged lifeboat could speak, what tales of tragic heroism it would tell.